It’s early in the morning on the tenth anniversary of American tragedy known simply by its date, 9/11. In the days leading up to this anniversary it has been impossible to avoid all sorts of media about today. On radio and television news there have been stories and reflections, in blogs and internet forums, everywhere people are processing the occasion through the myriad lenses of humanity.
I’ve read articles about history textbooks that give the terrorist attack nothing more than a paragraph’s mention, and heard accounts from journalists about how people in other countries cheered as they watched repeated viewings of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I’ve heard college kids asking their professors who is winning the war on terrorism as if there was a pat and simple answer and I heard how radicalized Muslim young adults were taught in school that there were no civilians on the planes that we hijacked. I was even asked to answer a few superficial questions about my memories of that day for my Sophomore daughter’s homework assignment, dutifully asked and noted with the same measure of masked annoyance that she would have for any other homework assignment.
In the end i don’t feel I have anything to add to the general din because I still feel there are too many unanswered questions.
I look back at the way the United States behaved during times of war and don’t feel we have done enough or taken the situation as seriously as we should. We should be united, not politically rancorous. We should be sacrificing but stable, not un- or underemployed and economically divided. We should be smarter to the core, not hardened.
I will mourn the senseless loss of life that took place on this day ten years ago, but also all those lost since in the name of securing our peace and freedom.